Zhongyue Songshan is 60 kilometers long from east to west, there are seventy-two peaks in total, the east is Taimur Mountain, the west is Shaomur Mountain, its main peak is 1512 meters above sea level, magnificent, like a giant lying horizontally, the ancients said that "Songshan is like lying down".

The Shaomuro Mountain of the Tianlong Plane is officially the nest of Shaolin. It was nearly noon on this day, but it was crowded on Shaomuro Mountain. There was an endless stream of martial arts people who came, and they gathered in groups to whisper. It is indispensable to "Ma Daxia, look up for a long time." "Feng Shaoxia, the style is still the same" A group of people complimented each other, and the voices of each other reflected each other, but it was a martial arts-like drinking party.

Murong Fu's handsome face was radiant, but he was like a fish in water in the hands of all martial arts masters. Between the eyebrows, there is a German full, and the breath is deep and far away. Obviously, the injuries he suffered in the Drum Mountain have long been cleaned, and the progress in his skills is astonishing. The so-called high-spirited spirit is nothing more than that.

"Huang Daxia also came to see the battle of the world?"

"That is, Xiao Feng beat the drum in the mountain to fight the Tubo national teacher Gu Mozhi, the traitor Ding Chunqiu of the Xingzhu faction, and Duan Yanqing, who is said to be one of the four villains of the former prince of Dali. That battle can be described as earth-shattering. You don't know, my brother was almost scared by the power of the dragon palm when he was there. I'm not ashamed to say it, since that demon appeared in the martial arts, it hasn't been peaceful. That ghostly knife still feels like yesterday in retrospect, and I'm afraid I won't forget it for the rest of my life. Now Xiao Feng and that demon are going to come to Shaolin to worship the mountain to avenge the murder of their mother thirty years ago, hahahahaha, this is a great war that has not been encountered in the martial arts for hundreds of years. If I don't come, brother, I will regret it in my life. ”

"Yes, Shaolin has a deep heritage, and I have never heard of anyone who can pick out Shaolin. Each of the eighteen bronze figures is an unborn master, and he is also a god of formation. There are many masters of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Dharma Academy. Shaolin seventy-two stunts are powerful in the world, and each stunt is the world's top martial arts cheats. What's more, there is also an Arhat Great Array to protect the mountain gate. The elder brother got the gossip that there was a stick monk in the Shaolin Temple guarding the abbot hidden in the shadows, and he had not seen a shot for hundreds of years. The thirteen stick monks who bravely rescued the King of Qin back then were the hidden strength of Shaolin. This thousand-year-old temple is really unfathomable, unfathomable. ”

"Hehe, that's not necessarily, Xiao Feng's combat power is obvious to all, that demon, alas. Although he didn't make many shots, just being able to kill Ding Chunqiu in an instant knew that this person's strength was unfathomable. That knife, a knife like a god and a demon. I've never seen that man's secret weapon move so magnificent. No, maybe that's beyond the scope of the hidden weapon, that kind of openness. That kind of coercion and momentum. Even the abbot of Shaolin Xuanci has never been able to take that knife. ”

"In the rivers and lakes, that knife is described as being able to kill ghosts and gods, can this little fly really have such magical power?"

"Well, it's okay not to mention it, not to mention it. The magic of that knife is beyond words. If you don't see it with your own eyes, no one will imagine the charm of that knife. ”

Murong Fu was successful in his internal work, and naturally he could hear this undisguised conversation. The jade face was full of ridicule, (What about Xiao Feng's unparalleled combat power, what if that stinky boy has some ability.) The power of the ancestors is beyond the imagination of this group of ordinary people. Today is the day when my Murong family is famous all over the world. The revival of Dayan is just around the corner, cousin, you leave me and give up the most honorable position in the world. I want to repay you and your son. ）

"Ma Daxia, I heard that this Tan Gong was killed recently, Tan Po and the living dead Zhao Qiansun are gone, you are also famous in the Taihang Mountain region, is this true?"

"This, alas! It's true! ”

"How is this possible, I know Tan Gong's ability, although he was bullied by Tan Po every day, but that palm kung fu is really difficult. Those who can outperform him in the rivers and lakes can also be counted. What's more, he has an elixir, and the three waves of the Yangtze River are hidden deeply. There are not many people left in the rivers and lakes, but these people have no grievances with him.

"Brother Hua doesn't know, it's not just Tan Gong who is dead. There is also a top extraterritorial master in this river and lake who has also fallen! If you talk about this person, Tan Gong's ability is really not a skill. ”

"People outside the territory, there are many masters of martial arts in my Central Plains, but there are few masters in my Central Plains from outside the territory. Can it be said that the top master is the one? ”

"That's right, it's the one who made a lot of trouble in Shaolin and shocked the world with seventy-two stunts in one hand, the Tubo National Teacher, the Great Wheel Ming King Gu Mozhi?"

"This is the person"

"This is impossible, although this monk is said to be a foreigner, but one hand is like a palm of the palm is solid, and the fingering of the flower is like the Buddha in the world. Many of Shaolin's best players are ashamed of themselves, and it is said that he knows a lot about Shao's seventy-two stunts. There are no less than twenty stunts that he has practiced. There may be people in this world who can beat him, but can he stay, is it Xiao Feng? ”

"No, what was left behind was a knife, a willow leaf flying knife that everyone in the martial arts knew and respected like a god."

"It's the demon. Oh, my God! First Ding Chunqiu, and then the Great Wheel Ming King, this martial arts is eventful. ”

"That's not necessarily the case, this time Xiao Feng and this demon want to pick Shaolin, this kind of shocking war is rare in a hundred years, I can witness this grand event, and I don't forget to come to this world for a while. Hahaha! ”

"What is said is very true, what is said is very true! Seeing this shocking battle, death is not unjust. ”

The noise was in his ears, but Murong Fu didn't care at all. Close your eyes and recuperate, waiting for the people who worship the mountain.

"I was worried about hurting the Brahman, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain."

This voice contains the supreme Buddha's will, the will that is above board, and the will is inconceivably vast and immense. The power of Buddhism is fully revealed, because of the love of the Buddha, because of the Buddha's will and the love of the silk. It is like the murmuring of the Buddha in the Great Leiyin Temple in the West Heaven, this poem is extremely beautiful, ordinary and easy to understand. The martial arts people present were all slightly confused. A monk who has just come down from the mountain goes to the worldly world to practice, and sees all kinds of life, joys, sorrows, and sorrows. But fate caused him to encounter a love catastrophe, and he unconsciously looked back and saw the most beautiful and terrifying thing in the world - a peerless beauty. A Buddha's heart trembled suddenly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. Is that the most terrifying thing in the world that the master said? Woman? The Buddha fell into the sea of hell like mortals, because the two of them were the only detached people in the world. One has the face of the country, and when we come, a hundred flowers are ashamed. When we went, the wild goose forgot its instinct to fly and fell to the ground and died. Even though there are hundreds of millions of sentient beings, it is not as good as her to smile back. He is a person who cultivates Buddhism with a clear heart, and the green lantern is a companion of the ancient Buddha as a friend. The mind is clear and detached from the world, but in this red and turbid world, the heart is detached from the outside. Smile at the infatuation and resentment in this world, and the sorrow and sorrow are combined. It's not superior, it's just transcendent. When those two proud hearts collided together, sparks appeared in the world that were more brilliant than the sun and the sun. She was supposed to be his, he was supposed to be hers. At this point, the Buddha wept and the Buddha sank. I don't know if it's been centuries or overnight. In a dream, the Buddha dreamed that the Buddha statue was crying, and after waking up, he remembered that he had actually come to practice, and put shackles on himself, how to return to that pure land? I wanted to release the dullness that I couldn't breathe, and I wanted to return to the Western Pure Land where I was born, raised, and taught me, but when I turned my eyes, I saw the smooth back of the beautiful woman. The red party who was drunk in the dream, those little green silk had already wrapped around his Buddha's heart, and the deep affection was heavier than the water of the Northern Underworld. How can I say goodbye?

Murong Fu looked at the environment, and seemed to faintly want to let go of his great cause of restoring the country, how chic and free this green lantern ancient Buddha was. I woke up at dusk, but I seemed to suddenly understand why the ancestor wanted to live in seclusion here every day. Thousands of Shaolin disciples were in turmoil, and Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci seemed to have returned to the nightmare of disappearing without a trace. The Shaomuro Mountain of Nuoda was cleared in an instant, and the noise of the vegetable market disappeared.

"The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise."

On that day, the morning sun entered the house, and on that day, Qingsi hung the sachet on the waist of the king, and on that day, the Buddha faced the biggest choice in the world. Seeking Buddha is my lifelong belief and the meaning of my life. The beautiful woman in front of me is the person I cherish the most in this world. A word of love, a word of love. What choices can I make? The Buddha is sentient, but the Buddha does not allow love. The love of the Buddha lies in compassion and giving. Love is overbearing and unreasonable. Love is to be possessive, love is selfish. These are the two extremes, these are the two ends of heaven and earth, and the Buddha is silent, in the drunken smile of the beautiful woman. In the figure of the beautiful woman sorting his luggage for him, in the tears of the beautiful woman pushing him out of the door and crying. Buddha, you are omnipotent, but why do you want me to suffer the biggest problem in this world? It's a choice for no choice, and it's a puzzle that can't be solved by tearing the heart in half. The Buddha couldn't help but look up to the sky and roared, who in this world can give me a solution that can take care of each other, and let me live up to my Pure Land in the West Heaven and the woman in front of me?

For the monarch, it is difficult to choose between the country and the beauty. Zhou Youwang Fenghuo was a red face, and he made a choice. Wu Sangui also made a choice. Murong Fu made a choice, Duan Yu made a choice, and Xuan Ci also made a choice. But when Li Xiu stood in front of this group of affectionate and still confused martial arts people with a smile, Xuan Ci's two cloudy tears dripped into the loess. There was a serenity on his face that was neither crying nor laughing.

"Amitabha. Everyone in the world says that the donor has the ambition to be close to the demon, and recently heard his voice and saw his person. Fang knows that the benefactor has deep roots, but it is the reincarnation of the Buddha's heart and Bodhisattva. The Buddha's mind is clear, so he can perceive the world. The donor has a fate with my Buddha, but is he willing to take refuge? The poor monk is willing to give in to the abbot of Shaolin? ”

There was an exclamation at the back, and the Buddha's heart that had been cultivated for decades was eaten by dogs.

Li Xiu was embarrassed, and he knew that he would have such an expression. Xiao Feng was overjoyed, completely losing his great grandmaster's bearing, "Second brother, how many people think about the position of Shaolin abbot." As soon as Abbot Xuanci sees you, he wants to give up this position to you, which shows that you are really the reincarnation of the Buddha. This should be a sitting, the eldest brother and the predecessors of Wuyazi are sure to let the younger siblings find someone to marry. Grandma Tong loves her younger siblings, and with the financial resources of the Vulture Palace, she will not wronged her younger siblings. Xiao Feng said "sad" with a straight face, but it even more highlighted, you can go with confidence.

"Master Xiao, don't come unharmed. But the old man has been waiting for a long time. With the talent of Lord Xiao, if he can condescend to my Shaolin, Lao Na is willing to offer his head. ”

Xiao Feng's face suddenly turned ugly, "Xiao Mou really came to Shaolin for the revenge of killing his mother, but the man stood in heaven and earth, but he disdained this method of revenge." What means does Shaolin have to use it, if Xiao Mou's skills are not as good as others, he will die without regrets. ”

The furious battle intent swept Fang Xuan and scattered across the wilderness. The footsteps of the five hundred Arhat formations around them staggered and traverse. The power of the Xuanzhi and Xuanzhi formations was added, and when the spirit of the 500 Shaolin disciples was mixed together, although it had not yet condensed into a single force, these hundreds of second-rate masters instantly had the combat power to surpass the great grandmaster. Xiao Feng couldn't help but stared slightly, and stepped sideways slightly. The black cloak fluttered in the wind, and the battle spirit between the contemplation was like the sea.

[Is this really that badly written?] I've never asked for a monthly pass reward or anything, but now I have 5 recommendations for 20W words, and I cried silently through the circle. Ask for collection, ask for recommendation]